The Want of Peace by Wendell Berry

The Want of Peace

by Wendell Berry

All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little:
the fisherman’s silence
receiving the river’s grace,
the gardner’s musing on rows.

I lack the peace of simple things.
I am never wholly in place.
I find no peace or grace.
We sell the world to buy fire,
our way lighted by burning men,
and that has bent my mind
and made me think of darkness
and wish for the dumb life of roots.


From Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac


Author: Hillary Johnson

Improvisational documentary and fine art photographer.

2 thoughts on “The Want of Peace by Wendell Berry”

  1. But in darkness there is light to be more readily found.
    In unrest calm.
    One can only reach
    As far as the effort bound.
    Do not give up, friend.
    Be at peace.


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